Walk with me down memory lane
Filled with darkness, vile, and pain
The streets at night, are alive like a functioning machine
People doing wrong all around at the masses
Money encourages choices without conciousness
The urge to get high, drunk falling
And it seemed Death was always the Ultimate End Calling
Now come with me to the house as a young teen resided
Within was like a military boot camp (NO JOKE)
My upbringing was fueled by my Step Father, a Vietnam Sergeant that stayed wired tight on making sure I did beyond shores
An Old school Mother that will check me if I ever brought home a C score and Slap me into an A student
Ultimately of me expecting more
Now today I can look back and undoubtedly say, In my youth I had a Safe House
That's why I am the Man that I am today
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